By August 6, 2022, a Saturday, I could not drive at all. I was unable to get a substitute teacher for the yoga and Pilates classes I had to teach. I took an Uber to the studio and explained to the students that I would explain in great detail the movements and the advanced students would model the moves. I was able to keep myself together without melting down in tears and screams. After the last class, the electrocution was as if I was struck by lightning. I crawled on the floor to the lounge bed and called Kaiser. The advice nurse said that a regular doctor could prescribe narcotics and also admit me so it would be better to get an urgent care appointment for the following day, Sunday. Great! I had a 2:10pm appointment for Sunday, August 7, 2022. I called for an Uber and somehow made it home. The Uber driver sensed something was wrong and he prayed with me. I felt so very grateful.
I couldn't eat, and couldn't sleep well because I was crying so much. My husband said I was whimpering in my sleep from discomfort. The next morning, at 7am, I couldn't put any pressure on my right foot at all, I crawled to the bathroom and tried to pee. It sent me to another planet, and not in a delightful way. After a few attempts and a slight success, I crawled back to bed. My husband was out of the home for a little while. I cannot remember why. I was crying and talking to myself until about 10am when he came home. I then asked him to help me to try to pee or poop. We were unfruitful and my screams amplified. I then ranted that I could not walk, pee, or poop, and I screamed for a catheter. Now it had been 4 days since my last bowel movement and hours without urinating. I begged for him to call 911, because I couldn't move. If I were an actor in a film, I definitely would have won an award. I felt my internal soul bleeding out, guttural screams and tears, snot and tear stained clothes, perspiration pouring out of me.
My husband knows I am dramatic by nature, so he begged me to just let him take me to the appointment we already had set up for 2:10pm. I screamed that I could not make it even down the stairs to the car! Please, please, please call 911. After what seemed like hours, he called 911 and asked their advice. He sked if they could send an ambulance to carry me to their vehicle and to my appointment. The operator firmly told him that the protocol was not in the style he preferred. They would take me back to the emergency room at South San Francisco Kaiser! A little after 12 noon a team arrived and caried me into the ambulance and to the hospital once again. Finally, they believed me! I was rushed into a separate area of the ER, the ICU part of the ER.
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